See them plump, parading with cherubic cheeks, their blimp-like breasts and bouffant thighs chafing, framing cheese, butter, milk and ice cream-fed pendulous bellies swaying as they waddle, breathing laboriously, to receive their first, second and third place prizes, oversize satin ribbons of heart disease and diabetes, the dairy princes and princesses who comprise America's Royal Obesity, her children suckled vicariously by mothers whose milk is a blueprint for producing 2,000 pound steers.
Look. At. Us.
Of all Earth's creatures, only man wetnurses himself with the milk of another species.
Vi's works appear widely both in print and online. She conducts Poetry Workshops and gives readings in Central New York. Her latest chapbook is "Sine Qua Non Antiques (an Arcanum of History, Geography and Treachery).